street poetry | joshler

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"tyler, come downstairs please"
my mother called down,
and i slowly walked down
the stairs,
facing my mother.

"yes?" i shakily asked.
"there is a boy here to see you,"
she said, looking towards the door
where the yellow haired boy
from yesterday stood.

i fell my heart fall
to the put of my stomach.
why was he here?

i could actually start to feel
hands around my neck.
please, blurry,
not right now.
not now.

i played with the hem of my shirt.
tugging at it,
running my nails along
my blue and purple mickey mouse shirt
that i had gotten a few years
back at disney world.

"hey," he calmly said
the way his words rolled off the
tongue so smooth
made my fears shrink a bit.

"i realized you weren't at basketball, and i was a bit worried you were hurt, so i came to check on you."  he simply stated, shrugging.

"tyler, take him up to your room, i'll bring some soda up in a second."
my mother called.
damn. i wanted to spend time with him, but not like this or so sudden.

i just kinda titled my head towards the upstairs and began to walk,
the yellow haired boy following close behind.

after we made it into my room,
i sat on the bed.

"h-how did you know w-where i live?"
i choked out, fumbling with the rubber bands on my wrists.
"i asked the councilor,"
he calmly said looking me in the eye.
"h-how do you know i left early?"
my voice was a bit raspy,
and i started to get a little insecure.
"i'm the teacher aid for the coach, normally he has me clean stuff but yesterday he made me check role since he was leaving to go on some sports trip. i called the names on the paper, and they had little thumbnails of everyone, and tyler joseph had your picture and i recognized you from earlier."

oh, dang.
"oh, well i'm okay, i j-just didn't have my basketball clothes." i shrugged.

"ah," He simply copied my actions; shrugging. "hey, by the way, i'm josh." he held his hand out, and i shook it.

"i'm tyler, i guess you know,"
he nodded, and we sat in silence
for a few minutes,
and it only took a few
for blurry to get jealous.

i felt small grasps at the back of my neck and on my shoulders
i just tried to shiver them away
"no, no, no, no, no, no."
i mumbled, tugging ar my hair

"what is it tyler?"
he looked over at me.

"god no no no, god, help."
i began panting,
i wiped my hands on my face
and over my eyes.

"tyler?"
"FUCK."
i began sobbing,
my nails were now scratching at my neck
and on my palms.

"TYLER?"
his voice started to fade.
i wept, rocking back and forth as i felt multiple hands on me.
hundreds of hands.

two could be friend
two could be foe.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME"
i shouted as i crawled to the underneath of my bed and i winced in pain. it fell as if i was being stabbed in the side.

"who is this. you don't have friends. why is be here?"
The voice echoed in my head.

"i don't know, he just showed up."
i was still scratching at my neck and palms.

i could feel another set of hands on me.
human hands.
was it my mother?
i really wanted to escape and
cry into her shoulder,
and she would sing me to sleep.

"blurry please, stop
blurry,
blurry,
blurry,
blurry,
blurry,
BLURRY.
bLURRY.
."
i felt blood on my hands
and everything was back to reality.
josh was standing
far away from me,
i was under my bed,
my mother trying to get me to come out,
and blood drizzling from my neck
and on my nails.

josh looked terrified.
there goes my chance of a friend...

thanks blurry.
you suck.

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